Long time
Good eye
Late night
Late night

Stars that burn
Your eyes
That sky
That sky
That sky
That sky
That sky

Skin me alive, I'm not quite ready to die yet
What? Put my visage on someone else
Let them be me
Let them be me

Words, I am words
Heard, I am heard right now
Dreaming face down in this dance
Dreaming face down in this dance

This life
All night
Deep inside
Deep inside

Freezing cloud
Your eyes
That sky
That sky
That sky
That sky
That sky

Is that my night?
Blew so much peace I don't know
Whether I got an 8th or an O
That's my taxi outside, beep-beep
Boss man, hold on two secs
I gotta get my socks back on my feet
Taxi outside, beep-beep

"Come on sir, I can't wait here I'm gonna get a ticket"
"Gotta move on, gotta move on"

Can't even sleep
I need me one blem
Little cigarette just to try and forget
The things that I said mighta been way too raw
Fuck that blem
Fuck that white light
Brown, green, blue sky looks mean
Turning grey, turning grey

Copyright: RAILROAD TOWN MUSIC, Universal Music Publishing Group, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Writer(s): James Massiah, Maria Somerville, Richard Russell, Sun Ra